Justified (2010–2015): Season 5, Episode 1 - A Murder of Crowes - full transcript
Raylan goes to Florida to deal with the Crowe family. Meanwhile, Boyd goes to Detroit to find a missing shipment of drugs.
Isn't it true that my client
was drugged and abducted from
Tramble prison against his
will and better judgment?
What better judgment?
Yes or no, deputy?
Yes.
And isn't it true that my
client was later drugged again
and made to believe that his
kidneys had been removed?
You might want to note
for the record he thought
he had four kidneys.
Your honor, would you
please direct the witness?
Yes.
And isn't it true that on the
occasion of your first meeting,
you broke Mr. Crowe's nose?
Objection.
No basis in evidence.
Ms. Keyhoe.
I'm simply asking deputy
Givens to corroborate his
own report, your honor.
Was that in the report?
You grabbed his hair and slammed
his face into a steering
wheel, and a few days later, you
hit him in the nose with the
butt of a shotgun... didn't you?
I don't remember
putting that in the report.
Deputy, perhaps you should
just stipulate to having
assaulted my client on not
less than a dozen occasions.
Objection!
Counsel, approach the bench.
Ms. Keyhoe, you getting
anywhere near a point?
Your honor, I've got a long list
of federal inmates that are
prepared to testify to their
abuse at the hands of this man.
Your honor, that's bullshit.
There's a $20,000 settlement
on the table, Ms. Keyhoe.
Mr. Vasquez, this goes beyond
the abuses perpetuated against
my client.
I'm laying the foundation for a
class-action lawsuit against the
United States marshal service and
the federal bureau of prisons.
Vasquez.
Just...
Your honor.
Two hundred.
Two fifty.
Little bit higher.
Three hundred.
Step back.
Mr. Crowe, a settlement offer of
$20,000 has already been made.
The U.S. attorney has
modified it to three hundred.
Do you accept that offer?
No, I do not!
After what I've been through... My...
kidneys and everything...
You telling me all I get is $300?
$300,000, you nitwit.
I'll take that as a yes.
Next case.
All right, they got
you down for obstruction,
evidence tampering, and
desecration of a corpse, which
will get tossed before we even
get into court, unless you were
actually having sex with
dead Delroy, which I doubt.
Now, most lawyers will tell you
to plea it out anyway, but I
don't plea bargain ever, and that's
why they call me the wildman.
Counselor, may I interrupt?
Did you bring your
headphones like I asked?
Yeah, but...
My fiancée and I need
to have a conversation
without being recorded.
What exactly are we talking about?
Well, rest assured it
will not be about you.
So, put 'em on, plug 'em
in, and crank it to 10.
What's going on?
Baby, I'm ready for
whatever selection they make.
McAllister's easy... Whores.
Reynolds is a little more
difficult, but he's an
alcoholic with money woes.
Now, judge Bishop He's the wild card.
He's as honest as they come.
I might have to threaten his
family, but the point is...
I'm gonna do whatever I got to
do to get you out of here.
How are you, Boyd?
Sitting in your house
in the country, I feel
like I'm in my own jail.
But I know that this will be
back on your finger soon enough.
Time's up!
It's just the truck.
Where are your lead and follow cars?
We got separated back at one of the turns.
That the money?
It is.
But you don't get it until
I see the shipment.
I don't know how many of these
rodeos you been to, friend.
That's not how it works.
Well, that's how it's
gonna work tonight... friend.
How 'bout you toss that
briefcase over here?
Ross?
When I shoot him, get that
briefcase out of his dead hands.
No, this ain't my first rodeo.
Carl!
I got you, Boyd!
Now, you ain't got any
dope in that truck, do you, son?
You got to understand.
Detroit's in free fall.
We never got the dope.
So, what?
You figured you drive South anyway,
rip off the simple people?
Well, we ain't that simple.
Now, you got a man inside that truck?
What's his name?
Donny.
Donny?
Now, you must've heard what
just happened to your friends.
I'd imagine you want to
avoid a similar fate.
Now, why don't you slide that
door open four inches and ease
whatever weapons you have out butt first.
God damn it!
Aah! Aah!
Boyd, he got your ear.
I know.
I'm the one who got shot!
It's Crowder.
I didn't take you for a tennis
fan, Mr. Crowder, but the only
reason I can see you calling
at this hour is to discuss
Azarenka's last match.
I had to kill three
deliverymen, I got no dope, and
my ear's damn near been shot off.
Pack a bag.
We're going to Detroit.
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ Trying to make it home ♪
♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪
♪ God get at your boy ♪
♪ You try to bogard ♪
♪ Fall back, I go hard ♪
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ Trying to make it home ♪
♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪
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You're late.
We have a shipment coming in...
Port of Miami.
Can I get, one of those?
Why don't we just get this done with?
The money.
How short is this?
Not a lot.
Fifty.
Fifty's half.
Half's a lot.
What'd you do this time?
What kind of
q-question's that?
Well, if you were a cook,
I'd say, "what's cooking?"
But since you're a s-s-screw-up,
I'm asking about that.
Hey.
You best not make fun of me.
Where's the rest of the money?
That's all we got
from the c-candy company.
Yeah?
Which candy company is that, Dilly?
The one that
b-bought the sugar.
He insisted we stop at
the Apalachee casino.
Indian casinos are
rigged against t-the white man.
That's a fact.
Then why'd you go?
Can't win if you
don't p-play, choo choo.
I had an arrangement with the
Machado family... not this moron.
So, if I'm gonna be dealing with
the Crowes, I want to deal with
the other brother.
No! N-no!
You can't do that.
W-w-why is that?
The only reason I went
to the A-Apalachee is 'cause I
already lost a bundle of the
family's money on the d-dogs,
and I had to make it up.
Darryl like as not to beat
my ass, he finds out.
Gator boy is gonna get us all arrested.
Come on.
Nobody gonna touch you.
You're a c-cop.
I'm a c-c-coast guard, you...
Now, what'd you do that for?
T-tired of him
making fun of me!
He alive?
Not anymore.
Salí de Cuba por esta mierda!
I have good news for you.
What'd I do now?
Simon Lee... off-duty
Florida coast guard officer
under investigation by the feds
as missing and presumed dead.
Aww.
If that's the good news,
I don't want to hear the bad.
Suspect is a Cuban
national, violent career
criminal by the name of
Elvis Manuel Machado.
Must be a story there.
Fugitive task force is
looking for Mr. Machado, and
- among his known associates...
- Dillon Crowe, A.K.A Dilly.
I believe you know him.
Figured he'd be dead by now.
That's why I told the task
force that you'd be assisting them.
Art?
Yeah, you get to Dilly to get to Machado.
Think of it like a family trip.
The Crowes are a terrible family.
I'm not talking 'bout their family.
I'm talking 'bout your family.
You got a kid down there.
Yeah, of course.
Well, there you go.
Quality time is very important
when they're little.
Look, Art.
I'd love to see my child, but
before we go spending taxpayer
money on the ticket, I'd like to
remind you we've got a perfectly
good Crowe right here in Kentucky.
Yes, we're all familiar
with Mr. Dewey Crowe, but why
would he help you?
He owes me a favor.
Figure he owes you about 300,000 favors.
I'll go see Dewey,
get to the bottom of this.
Be back before you know it.
You leave today!
Well... hey, Raylan.
Wade.
Can I get you a blowjob or something?
Just some water.
I didn't mean me, of course.
Guess what.
I got out of prison.
Did you?
Yeah. Got out of prison.
Rode Dickie Bennett's
shirttails out of Tramble, on
account of the scandal?
How'd you know?
It's protocol to tell
me when a known felon who's
tried to kill me a couple times
has been released... in case
they get it in their head to try again.
Well, it sounds like a good policy.
I'm here for the owner.
Boyd?
He don't own the place no more.
I'm looking for the new owner.
Marco!
Polo!
Marco!
Polo!
Marco!
Polo!
- Wade, I told you...
- Don't blame Wade.
God damn it.
Now, is that any way
to greet your old courtroom
buddy Raylan?
Out of the pool, please, ladies.
Hey. No. Hey, hey!
You work for him or me?
I say they're staying.
Now, this is my place.
You don't do as I
say, I'm gonna haul 'em in for
impeding a federal investigation.
If I start arresting girls,
how's that for business, Dewey?
You and Wade the only two
pussies in this whorehouse?
It's okay, Dewey.
We'll be inside.
Federal investigation, my ass.
You just here to get some payback.
You, too...
out of the pool.
You just pissed 'cause I
got one over on you in court.
Well, go ahead! Hit me.
I'll probably get another
$20,000, $30,000 for that.
I'm here about a dead coast guard officer.
The suspect's tight with your cousins.
Jesus Christ!
That's what you got me out here
freezing my balls off for?
I want you to tell me
where a Florida task force can
find him.
Save me the trip.
Yeah, how 'bout this?
I don't say shit until I get my robe.
Stay put.
I'll get it for you.
This Boyd's idea, you buying this place?
I-I told him I want
to put my money to work.
Yeah?
He offered to sell you Audry's?
I don't remember whose idea it was.
How 'bout this gun in your pocket?
Whose idea was that?
I never seen that.
That ain't even loaded.
Nickle-plated.
Engraved.
I believe that says "Dewey."
It's a common name.
You're a convicted felon.
You know that, don't you?
As such, you're not allowed the
God-given, American right of
carrying a concealed weapon...
Loaded or unloaded.
Now, am I gonna have to arrest
you or are you gonna tell me
what I need to know?
Yeah, I'll tell you what I know.
I know you owe me an apology.
Dewey, I believe the
$300,000 was the apology.
No, I ain't talking 'bout the government.
I'm talking 'bout you, Raylan Givens.
I'm sorry.
Now, you come here
to my place... What?
I said I'm sorry, Dewey.
You ain't gonna bust my nose again?
I'm gonna shoot your
balls off and feed 'em to the
squirrels, you don't
tell me what you know.
I don't know shit
about no dead coast guard.
What about your kin?
I don't know about that,
either, and I don't want to know.
Them Florida Crowes are bad news.
Dewey.
I told you I don't know shit!
Okay.
Relax.
I believe you.
God damn it!
Get a bucket or something!
Raylan.
Look at you.
This is Gregg Sutter.
Gregg's gonna be your chauffeur.
Chauffeur or babysitter?
Heard a lot about you.
Nothing good, I trust.
All interesting.
Got any baby pictures?
Not on me.
What do you think?
James or Wade?
Boy or girl?
Girl.
I'd go with Wade.
Elvis Manuel Machado.
He's a family enforcer.
Machados are Cuban nationals,
known drug-smugglers.
Cocaine or weed?
Sugar.
Yeah, embargoed sugar from Cuba.
Once it's here, they sell it
below market to low-rent candy
companies.
You know, like the dollar-store
knock-offs of Mike and Ikes.
Sure.
Got most of the task force of
South Florida looking for him
right now.
And a handful running down an associate...
Dilly Crowe... or
one of his brothers.
Darryl Crowe Jr. just got parole.
He reported twice and then absconded
from his last known address.
That's where I come in.
That's where you come in.
I'm pretty sure Dilly's
the dimmest of the lot,
and that's saying something.
The only time I met him was out
near Bell Glade by Clewiston.
They were poaching gators as a sideline.
That was the day I picked up Darryl Jr.,
and hauled him off to Starke.
I just figured they'd all be
locked up or dead by now.
You flinched!
Did not!
You flinched, you little pussy.
Hey! Darryl!
What, Dilly?
I'm busy.
Yeah.
A-a-about this, payoff
for next week's shipment.
You ain't got to worry about that.
I told the island beaner
take care of that.
Yeah, well... well,
w-we did that, but...
What you mean "we"?
I told him he's not supposed
to come with me, but you know
your brother.
He won't listen to me.
Danny, that dog shits
in the house 'cause of the
racket, I'm gonna make y'all two eat it!
A-a-anyway, D-Darryl.
So, we go over there with the d-d-d...
With the money.
Yeah, all of it.
And he says, "I'm out."
Excuse me.
Yeah, I told him that
he was the key to the entire
sugar o-operation, and he says
to me, "well, I don't give a
shit," so I-I shot him.
You killed him?
Technically, I did.
Danny!
If I move, I lose.
Danny, get!
This like that mess you caused
at Loxahatchee, ain't it, Dilly?
Come on, Darryl.
Where's the body?
They find the body, they're
gonna find your bullets in him.
No, no, no.
We got the body.
Where at?
In the boat.
He tried to blow the
whistle on us, Darryl.
I mean, he was gonna
t-turn us in.
Darryl, he was gonna
bring down the family.
Shut up.
You're dumb. Dumb.
Dumb ass!
This gonna turn federal.
This... this gonna turn into a
federal situation, and when it
does, you two are dealing with
it, 'cause I'll bury you and
Desi Arnaz 'fore I let
you ruin this family!
You understand me?
Now go on, take that body to the
Haitian, and pay him to make it
disappear.
You understand me, Dilly?
Dilly, say "I understand" 'fore
I smack the shit out you.
I understand.
You're a dumb, simple, stupid ass!
All right, coming down!
Well, I guess texting would take too long.
You not been paying attention?
They intercepting everything...
Satellites and drones and shit.
You ever been to Detroit?
I have.
I don't believe Mr. Crowder's
ever been outside Kentucky.
Well, I have been to Iraq.
It's a lot like Detroit,
except you have better music.
What happened to your ear?
Ceiling fan.
Back at you!
Duffy, you up... along with this cracker...
but your other
dudes stay here.
Through that door.
Hey, hold up.
Hold up.
Take these.
How far?
Till you run out of stairs.
Oh, shit.
I know that guy.
No, no, no, no. We closed.
Not why we're here.
Fish and wildlife?
U.S. marshals after
fugitives, not alligators.
Looking for a Cuban goes by the
name of Elvis Manuel Machado.
Don't know no Elvises.
You sure?
He's real close with your
friends Darryl Jr., Dilly, and
all them other Crowes.
You don't remember me, do you?
What?
I give you that tour one time?
Close.
It was here we met.
I came by with a search
warrant, looking for Darryl.
I told you he was in that trailer.
Opened the door,
120-pound mastiff jumped out.
Bit me on the leg.
Took 10 stitches and a tetanus shot.
I had tickets to Tom Petty
with ZZ Top up in Tampa.
Never made it, though, 'cause
I had to come back here, find
Darryl hiding out in the shitter.
Darryl not here.
We're not after Darryl.
Just hoping he and his brother
can help us find Elvis.
Nothing happened to you, though, did it?
You're still here, hanging out,
pretending to be Tonton Macoute.
You know what that means...
Tonton Macoute?
Mnh-mnh.
"Uncle gunnysack."
He puts bad children in his sack,
and then he eats 'em for breakfast.
It's just a fairy tale to scare
the little ones, is all.
Still poaching gators for the Crowes?
No poaching.
We guides now...
even got state tags.
Take you on trip way up to the
Everglades, you want hunt gator.
Maybe you like it so much...
You never come back.
I tried to skip this
trip, take care of this in
Kentucky with Darryl's cousin Dewey.
He came into a boatload of money.
You hear about that?
No, but all this conversation's
making me hungry.
You hungry?
I could eat.
Gonna go to that Coopertown
restaurant on Tamiami trail.
You know it?
It's no good.
Good.
That'll give you about an hour
to get a hold of Darryl and the
boys and see if you can
get them to help us out.
If you cannot, we're gonna come
back here with your friends from
fish and wildlife.
See how many gator carcasses
you got in that shack.
Ça va?
Yeah, I'm gonna get you
the money I owe you.
Who was looking for me?
Yo.
Come here.
Gas is here!
Turn around.
Turn around, man.
We were frisked downstairs.
Well, you're upstairs now.
What happened to your ear?
There's a fella
downstairs looks a lot like you.
Why don't you ask him?
Yeah, that was last week.
Must've been quite a party.
Gentlemen.
Sorry 'bout the hike.
On account of his dispute with
the Canadians, Sammy needed 14
floors between him and the street.
It's not the hike you
should be apologizing for,
Mr. Picker.
It's the fact that this
trip was even necessary.
Yeah, well, those guys who
tried to jack you acted on their own.
You'd think in a city with 17%
unemployment, we could get better help.
But... Is that the money?
It is, but I'm not gonna give it to you.
My mama always said, "you want
clear water, go to the
head of the stream."
I think what
Mr. Crowder is saying is we'd
like to speak to Mr. Tonin.
Not a problem.
Sammy!
Yo, Sammy!
That was last week.
Sammy, we got company here!
Come on!
The guys from Kentucky are here.
Who is it?
Who are you?
Mr. Tonin, my
name is Wynn Duffy.
This is my associate
Mr. Crowder.
What are you doing here?!
Why would anyone walk
up 14 flights of stairs?
To buy the dope we've been promised.
Oh. I-I-I was supposed...
Canadian.
The money's in the briefcase, okay?
What?
Don't you want it?
Yeah, I want it.
Well, go get it.
Yeah, it's me.
Sammy's dead.
Yeah, I put Doug out of his misery, too.
Oh, yeah, and I had to
shoot the chainsaw guy.
Sorry. Shit happens.
Yeah, they still are.
Okay.
See you shortly.
I'm gonna need that briefcase now.
Aah!
Shit, man!
This doesn't concern me!
So what should you do?
You were saying?
I'm sorry.
Would you say that again?
Sammy owes the Canadians
almost a million dollars.
When I heard you were coming, I
cut a deal with the Canadians.
- I give them the money...
- Our money.
And I kill Sammy, and in
exchange, they wouldn't kill me.
Well, it sounds like we
need to have a conversation with
the canucks.
Now pick up my goddamn money.
Went to Oklahoma state.
Joined the marshals.
Met my wife, Julie.
Been married 24 years.
Got two boys walking this earth.
Good guys. Smart.
One's a teacher.
The other's finishing his
second novel in New York.
I said, "what's it about?"
He said, "the subtext is
exposure of artistic pretension."
Then there's our little girl, Kate.
She's a senior now.
Wants to be a marshal.
I better get busy.
How long you been married?
I'm divorced.
Yeah, I figured.
Well, I think this Darryl
Crowe Jr.'s a no-show.
You serious about going back and
busting that Haitian for poaching?
That's what I told him I was gonna do.
Well, how 'bout we don't do that?
You go see your ex-wife
and little girl.
Sounds like a good idea.
You know this woman?
No, but I'd like to.
Marshals.
You must be Raylan Givens.
I am.
I've been retained to
represent Darryl Crowe Jr.
Darryl got your message.
He wants you to know that he's
willing to help you, but he
needs your help in exchange.
Help with what?
His parole.
He wants to end it early.
We're marshals.
We can't end anybody's parole.
Well, you can tell a
judge that Darryl aided you in
the apprehension of a federal fugitive.
That coupled with his
exemplary record as prisoner
is evidence of his full rehabilitation.
You really believe that?
Yes. I do.
Then you don't know Darryl.
I know him pretty well.
What are you, his girlfriend?
Sister.
Where's Darryl now?
Before we go any further,
I'd like you to sign a memo.
Long time, Raylan.
Your sister says
you've rehabilitated yourself.
Congratulations.
I owe that to you.
If you hadn't brought me in, I
never could've taken all them
classes on the government's dime.
I ain't got no weapon.
That'd be a violation of my parole.
You won't be offended, I don't
take your word for it?
You study anything on
the sugar-import business?
Nope.
We ain't get to that class.
Maybe something about customs
enforcement or maritime law?
I see where you're going, but that's more
Elvis Machado's line.
We got the idea he might
be working for you now.
Hear he spends a lot of time with Dilly.
Yeah, well, I told
Dilly, "people gonna judge you
by the company you keep."
But young Dilly got himself
a terrible stubborn streak.
How 'bout this?
You start playing games, we'll
violate your parole on account
of you absconded from your most
recent address without notifying
your P.O.
He's willing to cooperate.
On his terms.
Damn.
I'm just asking for some leeway in
putting together a plan, is all.
Y'all have him by tonight.
Or tomorrow, you go back to Starke.
Wasn't no good?
No.
See, I told you we
should've gone to Timmy's.
Hey, do you guys have Tim
Hortons in Kentucky?
Oh, here we go.
It's a doughnut shop.
It's a Canadian doughnut shop.
You forgot to mention... Well,
they might have them down here.
Look, I like doughnuts
as much as the next fella, but
we've had a very long... Tim
Horton was a hockey player.
He played 20 years in the NHL.
He won four Stanley cups with the leafs.
Now all he's remembered for is doughnuts.
Yeah, well, that, and dying
in a police chase on the QEW.
W-what happened to your ear?
I was shot while being
robbed by one of the men who was
supposed to bring us our dope,
which is the reason I'm sitting
here eating a shitty doughnut,
talking to you with this
briefcase in my hand.
Now can we get down to business?
That briefcase was to keep
us from killing Mr. Picker.
Well, the thing is... Half
the money in this briefcase
belongs to me, and
Mr. Picker ain't my problem.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
If you want to keep things
simple, we could add you and
Mr. eyebrows here to the list.
Oh, and here I thought all
Canadians were supposed to be nice.
Wrong Canadians.
What he's trying to say is
we're through doing business
with you people.
The idea behind organized crime
is that it's supposed to be
organized.
When people start using
chainsaws, that's a sign.
And it is not a good sign.
Where's our dope?
All right.
One more shipment.
That's it.
When?
We'll call you.
Two days. Maybe three.
Mr. Crowder.
The briefcase.
You can go
now, Mr. Picker.
You sure about that?
You just lost your Canadian pipeline.
You want to stay in the game?
You have to look to Mexico.
Well, I think we worked
together long enough, don't you?
You know people
in Mexico, Mr. Picker?
I know lots of people in Mexico.
No. No.
Well, w-what you want me to do?
He's a goddamn liability.
This wasn't Dilly's fault.
I know. It's yours.
It was yours, dipshit.
Putting him in position to screw up?
Man, we wouldn't even
be here, you hadn't stopped
handling the payoffs.
I have a job, Darryl.
Do you remember that?
I am a paralegal in Miami.
You ain't shit.
You're a secretary getting old men coffee.
Well, this secretary's
helping get your ass out of parole.
That's right.
What you think they're talking about?
How should I know?
You want to find out?
Get closer.
So you fancy now, right?
I been taking care of
this family 14 years.
I know.
14 years!
Darryl, I kn... Shit!
Dilly, I told you to stay
with the goddamn Cuban.
Where is he?
I'm here.
Cool.
Look here, man.
I'm gonna say this in a language
that's real simple that I think
you can understand.
You out.
What's that supposed to mean?
We ain't got no more
sugar business, so your services
ain't no longer required.
No more sugar biz 'cause
you people screwed it up.
Now you want me gone?
See, you understand.
You want me gone... pay me.
Pay you?! Shit.
Pay you?
$20,000.
Ain't nobody paying you.
Pay him, Darryl.
- I ain't paying this...
- Pay the man.
Think of it as severance.
Listen to your sister, Darryl.
All right, my sister
gonna take you to your motel.
Lay low.
Gonna be there by
8:00 with your money.
Wendy, take your car.
Why can't I take my truck?
'Cause you can't take your truck.
They gonna be looking for your truck.
Now I'm gonna pat you down.
Hey, man.
I ain't putting an armed man
in a car with my sister.
What?
You don't trust me?
Hell no, I don't trust you.
Trust nobody who speaks
English as a second language.
You ain't got no gun?
Got rid of it.
Threw it in the saw grass
after we shot the China.
When?
When you weren't looking.
All right, go on.
Yeah.
Yeah, they just left.
Slight change of plans, though.
She's taking him to the Vista
Verde Motel in Miami...
Room 23.
Yeah, Elvis will be there waiting for me.
8:00.
All right.
They get Elvis, it's
gonna come back and bite us in the ass.
Yeah, well, knowing
Elvis the way I do and knowing
Raylan the way I do, you think
either one of them's gonna be
alive by the end of the day?
Well... what
about me, D-Darryl?
Ain't nobody looking for you, Dilly.
Okay.
Dilly.
I'm sorry.
I guessed right.
About what?
About what car we would take.
How would you feel if your
daughter wanted to be a marshal?
I don't know.
Why? Does it bother you?
Well, I know you can't
live their lives for 'em.
First time she mentioned she
wanted to be a marshal, she was
9 years old.
Every night since then, I've
snuck into her room after she's
fallen asleep, and I whisper in her ear...
"Business school."
Well, shit.
You know we can't drive to Cuba.
There's a marina down here.
Ms. Crowe,
we are at the motel.
Where are you?
Well, then, where's Elvis?
Headed for Cuba.
Yo! Elvis!
Where the hell do you think you're going?
That gives you two choices.
You can come back here, and we'll
take you in, or swim to Cuba.
That old lady just did it.
Might work out for you.
Third choice.
It all work out?
Elvis did not make it to Cuba.
I meant the other part.
I put a call in to the judge this morning.
Deal's a deal.
Calls for a celebration.
I'm sorry I can't stay.
She took off this morning.
Back to Miami.
Wendy?
Almost like the word
"family" don't mean shit to some
people no more.
What about Danny and Dilly?
What about 'em?
How'd they take it?
Shit rolls off Danny's back.
Dilly... He took
it kind of hard.
When my daddy, Darryl senior,
died 14 years ago April, he
made me promise him on his deathbed...
I'd keep this family together.
Same like he did.
No money makes it harder.
Your daddy didn't die in his bed.
He got drunk and flipped his airboat.
You told me yourself, the
day I took you to prison.
Listen, if you want to take a
later flight, I can drop you by
West Palm.
I haven't slept or showered in a day.
Maybe next time?
I'll decide on the way.
At one point, about 20 years ago,
I got transferred to Kansas City.
I didn't want to uproot the kids
in the middle of the school
year, so my wife and
kids stayed in Houston.
I'd just fly in on the
weekends to see 'em.
Took me a few visits to realize
the hardest thing wasn't living
apart.
The hardest thing was... looking
at those little pigs' faces on
Sunday night and saying goodbye.
Sometimes, if work kept me in
Kansas City for the weekend, I
didn't fight it.
What am I gonna do, mon ami?
The same as your family did with the
phosphate miners and the
Machado's family Cuban sugar.
You'll find something...
and make it yours.
That's all well and good, but...
I'm afraid I'm fresh
out of ideas.
I'm afraid Florida's
tapped out for the Crowes.
Let me ask you something.
Do you have a cousin Dewey in Kentucky?
It's Geist.
Hello?
Really?
So that's it, then?
Everything okay?
No.
Everything is not okay.
I told Ava that I would
take care of this, that if
judge Bishop got the case, I
would threaten his family.
All right, then.
Sounds like a plan.
Bishop doesn't have a family.
Well, for one thing, she's a genius.
No doubt.
No, I'm kind of serious.
I saw her take her Booty off,
and she was just staring at her
hand, like really thinking about it.
Can you believe you
made something so cute?
I'm starting to see it.
You got to admit, the first
couple of hours, she was kind of
funny-looking.
Well, yeah, we all look
pretty funny at that point.
No. Not you.
I bet you were gorgeous from the jump.
I better get her back to bed.
Okay.
You thinking about
coming down to Miami to visit us
anytime soon?
Soon as I can.
Well, no pressure, 'cause we're fine.
I know you are.
It'd just be really nice for
you to spend some time with her.
I promise.
Good night, ladies.
Good night, Raylan.
Say good night to daddy.
I'm sorry to disturb you
this late at night, but I
need to have a word
with Mr. Paxton.
Is he here?
And who may I say is asking?
Boyd Crowder.
You need a casket, Mr. Crowder?
Won't we all eventually?
That's an excelsior.
Top of the line, fit for a king.
Mara, honey, you remember me telling
you all about Boyd Crowder.
Mr. Crowder, this
is my wife, Mara.
Well, my compliments.
That's all for now, sugar.
Money.
Excuse me?
In case you're wondering
what she sees in me.
Though lately I think her
affections are growing.
Well, judging by her
accent, I take it she's not from
West Virginia.
After I buried dear Barbara...
Who, by the way, is very
comfortable inside one of those
excelsiors... I was lonely.
Mara and I found each other online.
She was a doctor in Latvia.
Now she's helping prepare
the bodies for burial.
She is well-read, of good cheer,
and if I have any choice in how
I shuffle off this mortal coil,
I pray it's while I'm banging
her from behind.
Well, being in love with a woman, you must
understand how much I want
to be reunited with mine.
I take it you're here because
my good friend judge Bishop has
Ava's case.
You couldn't buy him, so now
you're trying to buy me.
How much?
$300,000.
I don't have it on me now, but I can
get it to you in a week's time.
So, we are finally here at last?
It feels almost gratifying.
I beg your pardon.
You, here, on your knees.
Metaphorically speaking.
Like I said, it's almost gratifying.
But I need to see you beg.
Please, Mr. Paxton.
I don't need your
money, Mr. Crowder.
I got my own.
Did you really think that I
would let a lowlife piece of
shit turn the tables on me?
That's not how it's done in our world.
Now, as a man who's also in love, I
would make you a one-time offer.
I will call sheriff Mooney.
I will get judge Bishop to witness.
And you will make a sworn
statement saying that it was you
who murdered poor Mr. Delroy and
forced Ava to move the remains.
Now, if you can do that, I'll
make the case against her
disappear right away.
This is just as I figured.
It won't happen.
Because we both know you don't
love your white-trash fiancée
that much.
I think he bumped his head.
You killed him.
Is that your medical opinion?
Now, normally, I'm not a violent man.
But my back's against the wall.
Now, this situation here's pretty simple.
We could have a double homicide,
or I could pay you what I was
gonna pay him and you can buy a
big house for all your relatives
in Latvia.
How much were you gonna pay him?
$100,000.
I'll tell them it was a burglar.
Well, what if I said I don't believe you?
Whatever I say doesn't matter.
You have two choices.
Either you kill me or you leave now.
It's okay, baby.
I'll take care of you.
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was drugged and abducted from
Tramble prison against his
will and better judgment?
What better judgment?
Yes or no, deputy?
Yes.
And isn't it true that my
client was later drugged again
and made to believe that his
kidneys had been removed?
You might want to note
for the record he thought
he had four kidneys.
Your honor, would you
please direct the witness?
Yes.
And isn't it true that on the
occasion of your first meeting,
you broke Mr. Crowe's nose?
Objection.
No basis in evidence.
Ms. Keyhoe.
I'm simply asking deputy
Givens to corroborate his
own report, your honor.
Was that in the report?
You grabbed his hair and slammed
his face into a steering
wheel, and a few days later, you
hit him in the nose with the
butt of a shotgun... didn't you?
I don't remember
putting that in the report.
Deputy, perhaps you should
just stipulate to having
assaulted my client on not
less than a dozen occasions.
Objection!
Counsel, approach the bench.
Ms. Keyhoe, you getting
anywhere near a point?
Your honor, I've got a long list
of federal inmates that are
prepared to testify to their
abuse at the hands of this man.
Your honor, that's bullshit.
There's a $20,000 settlement
on the table, Ms. Keyhoe.
Mr. Vasquez, this goes beyond
the abuses perpetuated against
my client.
I'm laying the foundation for a
class-action lawsuit against the
United States marshal service and
the federal bureau of prisons.
Vasquez.
Just...
Your honor.
Two hundred.
Two fifty.
Little bit higher.
Three hundred.
Step back.
Mr. Crowe, a settlement offer of
$20,000 has already been made.
The U.S. attorney has
modified it to three hundred.
Do you accept that offer?
No, I do not!
After what I've been through... My...
kidneys and everything...
You telling me all I get is $300?
$300,000, you nitwit.
I'll take that as a yes.
Next case.
All right, they got
you down for obstruction,
evidence tampering, and
desecration of a corpse, which
will get tossed before we even
get into court, unless you were
actually having sex with
dead Delroy, which I doubt.
Now, most lawyers will tell you
to plea it out anyway, but I
don't plea bargain ever, and that's
why they call me the wildman.
Counselor, may I interrupt?
Did you bring your
headphones like I asked?
Yeah, but...
My fiancée and I need
to have a conversation
without being recorded.
What exactly are we talking about?
Well, rest assured it
will not be about you.
So, put 'em on, plug 'em
in, and crank it to 10.
What's going on?
Baby, I'm ready for
whatever selection they make.
McAllister's easy... Whores.
Reynolds is a little more
difficult, but he's an
alcoholic with money woes.
Now, judge Bishop He's the wild card.
He's as honest as they come.
I might have to threaten his
family, but the point is...
I'm gonna do whatever I got to
do to get you out of here.
How are you, Boyd?
Sitting in your house
in the country, I feel
like I'm in my own jail.
But I know that this will be
back on your finger soon enough.
Time's up!
It's just the truck.
Where are your lead and follow cars?
We got separated back at one of the turns.
That the money?
It is.
But you don't get it until
I see the shipment.
I don't know how many of these
rodeos you been to, friend.
That's not how it works.
Well, that's how it's
gonna work tonight... friend.
How 'bout you toss that
briefcase over here?
Ross?
When I shoot him, get that
briefcase out of his dead hands.
No, this ain't my first rodeo.
Carl!
I got you, Boyd!
Now, you ain't got any
dope in that truck, do you, son?
You got to understand.
Detroit's in free fall.
We never got the dope.
So, what?
You figured you drive South anyway,
rip off the simple people?
Well, we ain't that simple.
Now, you got a man inside that truck?
What's his name?
Donny.
Donny?
Now, you must've heard what
just happened to your friends.
I'd imagine you want to
avoid a similar fate.
Now, why don't you slide that
door open four inches and ease
whatever weapons you have out butt first.
God damn it!
Aah! Aah!
Boyd, he got your ear.
I know.
I'm the one who got shot!
It's Crowder.
I didn't take you for a tennis
fan, Mr. Crowder, but the only
reason I can see you calling
at this hour is to discuss
Azarenka's last match.
I had to kill three
deliverymen, I got no dope, and
my ear's damn near been shot off.
Pack a bag.
We're going to Detroit.
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ Trying to make it home ♪
♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I'm fighting for my soul ♪
♪ God get at your boy ♪
♪ You try to bogard ♪
♪ Fall back, I go hard ♪
♪ On this lonely road ♪
♪ Trying to make it home ♪
♪ Doing it by my lonesome ♪
♪ Pissed off, who wants some? ♪
♪ I see them long, hard times to come ♪
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You're late.
We have a shipment coming in...
Port of Miami.
Can I get, one of those?
Why don't we just get this done with?
The money.
How short is this?
Not a lot.
Fifty.
Fifty's half.
Half's a lot.
What'd you do this time?
What kind of
q-question's that?
Well, if you were a cook,
I'd say, "what's cooking?"
But since you're a s-s-screw-up,
I'm asking about that.
Hey.
You best not make fun of me.
Where's the rest of the money?
That's all we got
from the c-candy company.
Yeah?
Which candy company is that, Dilly?
The one that
b-bought the sugar.
He insisted we stop at
the Apalachee casino.
Indian casinos are
rigged against t-the white man.
That's a fact.
Then why'd you go?
Can't win if you
don't p-play, choo choo.
I had an arrangement with the
Machado family... not this moron.
So, if I'm gonna be dealing with
the Crowes, I want to deal with
the other brother.
No! N-no!
You can't do that.
W-w-why is that?
The only reason I went
to the A-Apalachee is 'cause I
already lost a bundle of the
family's money on the d-dogs,
and I had to make it up.
Darryl like as not to beat
my ass, he finds out.
Gator boy is gonna get us all arrested.
Come on.
Nobody gonna touch you.
You're a c-cop.
I'm a c-c-coast guard, you...
Now, what'd you do that for?
T-tired of him
making fun of me!
He alive?
Not anymore.
Salí de Cuba por esta mierda!
I have good news for you.
What'd I do now?
Simon Lee... off-duty
Florida coast guard officer
under investigation by the feds
as missing and presumed dead.
Aww.
If that's the good news,
I don't want to hear the bad.
Suspect is a Cuban
national, violent career
criminal by the name of
Elvis Manuel Machado.
Must be a story there.
Fugitive task force is
looking for Mr. Machado, and
- among his known associates...
- Dillon Crowe, A.K.A Dilly.
I believe you know him.
Figured he'd be dead by now.
That's why I told the task
force that you'd be assisting them.
Art?
Yeah, you get to Dilly to get to Machado.
Think of it like a family trip.
The Crowes are a terrible family.
I'm not talking 'bout their family.
I'm talking 'bout your family.
You got a kid down there.
Yeah, of course.
Well, there you go.
Quality time is very important
when they're little.
Look, Art.
I'd love to see my child, but
before we go spending taxpayer
money on the ticket, I'd like to
remind you we've got a perfectly
good Crowe right here in Kentucky.
Yes, we're all familiar
with Mr. Dewey Crowe, but why
would he help you?
He owes me a favor.
Figure he owes you about 300,000 favors.
I'll go see Dewey,
get to the bottom of this.
Be back before you know it.
You leave today!
Well... hey, Raylan.
Wade.
Can I get you a blowjob or something?
Just some water.
I didn't mean me, of course.
Guess what.
I got out of prison.
Did you?
Yeah. Got out of prison.
Rode Dickie Bennett's
shirttails out of Tramble, on
account of the scandal?
How'd you know?
It's protocol to tell
me when a known felon who's
tried to kill me a couple times
has been released... in case
they get it in their head to try again.
Well, it sounds like a good policy.
I'm here for the owner.
Boyd?
He don't own the place no more.
I'm looking for the new owner.
Marco!
Polo!
Marco!
Polo!
Marco!
Polo!
- Wade, I told you...
- Don't blame Wade.
God damn it.
Now, is that any way
to greet your old courtroom
buddy Raylan?
Out of the pool, please, ladies.
Hey. No. Hey, hey!
You work for him or me?
I say they're staying.
Now, this is my place.
You don't do as I
say, I'm gonna haul 'em in for
impeding a federal investigation.
If I start arresting girls,
how's that for business, Dewey?
You and Wade the only two
pussies in this whorehouse?
It's okay, Dewey.
We'll be inside.
Federal investigation, my ass.
You just here to get some payback.
You, too...
out of the pool.
You just pissed 'cause I
got one over on you in court.
Well, go ahead! Hit me.
I'll probably get another
$20,000, $30,000 for that.
I'm here about a dead coast guard officer.
The suspect's tight with your cousins.
Jesus Christ!
That's what you got me out here
freezing my balls off for?
I want you to tell me
where a Florida task force can
find him.
Save me the trip.
Yeah, how 'bout this?
I don't say shit until I get my robe.
Stay put.
I'll get it for you.
This Boyd's idea, you buying this place?
I-I told him I want
to put my money to work.
Yeah?
He offered to sell you Audry's?
I don't remember whose idea it was.
How 'bout this gun in your pocket?
Whose idea was that?
I never seen that.
That ain't even loaded.
Nickle-plated.
Engraved.
I believe that says "Dewey."
It's a common name.
You're a convicted felon.
You know that, don't you?
As such, you're not allowed the
God-given, American right of
carrying a concealed weapon...
Loaded or unloaded.
Now, am I gonna have to arrest
you or are you gonna tell me
what I need to know?
Yeah, I'll tell you what I know.
I know you owe me an apology.
Dewey, I believe the
$300,000 was the apology.
No, I ain't talking 'bout the government.
I'm talking 'bout you, Raylan Givens.
I'm sorry.
Now, you come here
to my place... What?
I said I'm sorry, Dewey.
You ain't gonna bust my nose again?
I'm gonna shoot your
balls off and feed 'em to the
squirrels, you don't
tell me what you know.
I don't know shit
about no dead coast guard.
What about your kin?
I don't know about that,
either, and I don't want to know.
Them Florida Crowes are bad news.
Dewey.
I told you I don't know shit!
Okay.
Relax.
I believe you.
God damn it!
Get a bucket or something!
Raylan.
Look at you.
This is Gregg Sutter.
Gregg's gonna be your chauffeur.
Chauffeur or babysitter?
Heard a lot about you.
Nothing good, I trust.
All interesting.
Got any baby pictures?
Not on me.
What do you think?
James or Wade?
Boy or girl?
Girl.
I'd go with Wade.
Elvis Manuel Machado.
He's a family enforcer.
Machados are Cuban nationals,
known drug-smugglers.
Cocaine or weed?
Sugar.
Yeah, embargoed sugar from Cuba.
Once it's here, they sell it
below market to low-rent candy
companies.
You know, like the dollar-store
knock-offs of Mike and Ikes.
Sure.
Got most of the task force of
South Florida looking for him
right now.
And a handful running down an associate...
Dilly Crowe... or
one of his brothers.
Darryl Crowe Jr. just got parole.
He reported twice and then absconded
from his last known address.
That's where I come in.
That's where you come in.
I'm pretty sure Dilly's
the dimmest of the lot,
and that's saying something.
The only time I met him was out
near Bell Glade by Clewiston.
They were poaching gators as a sideline.
That was the day I picked up Darryl Jr.,
and hauled him off to Starke.
I just figured they'd all be
locked up or dead by now.
You flinched!
Did not!
You flinched, you little pussy.
Hey! Darryl!
What, Dilly?
I'm busy.
Yeah.
A-a-about this, payoff
for next week's shipment.
You ain't got to worry about that.
I told the island beaner
take care of that.
Yeah, well... well,
w-we did that, but...
What you mean "we"?
I told him he's not supposed
to come with me, but you know
your brother.
He won't listen to me.
Danny, that dog shits
in the house 'cause of the
racket, I'm gonna make y'all two eat it!
A-a-anyway, D-Darryl.
So, we go over there with the d-d-d...
With the money.
Yeah, all of it.
And he says, "I'm out."
Excuse me.
Yeah, I told him that
he was the key to the entire
sugar o-operation, and he says
to me, "well, I don't give a
shit," so I-I shot him.
You killed him?
Technically, I did.
Danny!
If I move, I lose.
Danny, get!
This like that mess you caused
at Loxahatchee, ain't it, Dilly?
Come on, Darryl.
Where's the body?
They find the body, they're
gonna find your bullets in him.
No, no, no.
We got the body.
Where at?
In the boat.
He tried to blow the
whistle on us, Darryl.
I mean, he was gonna
t-turn us in.
Darryl, he was gonna
bring down the family.
Shut up.
You're dumb. Dumb.
Dumb ass!
This gonna turn federal.
This... this gonna turn into a
federal situation, and when it
does, you two are dealing with
it, 'cause I'll bury you and
Desi Arnaz 'fore I let
you ruin this family!
You understand me?
Now go on, take that body to the
Haitian, and pay him to make it
disappear.
You understand me, Dilly?
Dilly, say "I understand" 'fore
I smack the shit out you.
I understand.
You're a dumb, simple, stupid ass!
All right, coming down!
Well, I guess texting would take too long.
You not been paying attention?
They intercepting everything...
Satellites and drones and shit.
You ever been to Detroit?
I have.
I don't believe Mr. Crowder's
ever been outside Kentucky.
Well, I have been to Iraq.
It's a lot like Detroit,
except you have better music.
What happened to your ear?
Ceiling fan.
Back at you!
Duffy, you up... along with this cracker...
but your other
dudes stay here.
Through that door.
Hey, hold up.
Hold up.
Take these.
How far?
Till you run out of stairs.
Oh, shit.
I know that guy.
No, no, no, no. We closed.
Not why we're here.
Fish and wildlife?
U.S. marshals after
fugitives, not alligators.
Looking for a Cuban goes by the
name of Elvis Manuel Machado.
Don't know no Elvises.
You sure?
He's real close with your
friends Darryl Jr., Dilly, and
all them other Crowes.
You don't remember me, do you?
What?
I give you that tour one time?
Close.
It was here we met.
I came by with a search
warrant, looking for Darryl.
I told you he was in that trailer.
Opened the door,
120-pound mastiff jumped out.
Bit me on the leg.
Took 10 stitches and a tetanus shot.
I had tickets to Tom Petty
with ZZ Top up in Tampa.
Never made it, though, 'cause
I had to come back here, find
Darryl hiding out in the shitter.
Darryl not here.
We're not after Darryl.
Just hoping he and his brother
can help us find Elvis.
Nothing happened to you, though, did it?
You're still here, hanging out,
pretending to be Tonton Macoute.
You know what that means...
Tonton Macoute?
Mnh-mnh.
"Uncle gunnysack."
He puts bad children in his sack,
and then he eats 'em for breakfast.
It's just a fairy tale to scare
the little ones, is all.
Still poaching gators for the Crowes?
No poaching.
We guides now...
even got state tags.
Take you on trip way up to the
Everglades, you want hunt gator.
Maybe you like it so much...
You never come back.
I tried to skip this
trip, take care of this in
Kentucky with Darryl's cousin Dewey.
He came into a boatload of money.
You hear about that?
No, but all this conversation's
making me hungry.
You hungry?
I could eat.
Gonna go to that Coopertown
restaurant on Tamiami trail.
You know it?
It's no good.
Good.
That'll give you about an hour
to get a hold of Darryl and the
boys and see if you can
get them to help us out.
If you cannot, we're gonna come
back here with your friends from
fish and wildlife.
See how many gator carcasses
you got in that shack.
Ça va?
Yeah, I'm gonna get you
the money I owe you.
Who was looking for me?
Yo.
Come here.
Gas is here!
Turn around.
Turn around, man.
We were frisked downstairs.
Well, you're upstairs now.
What happened to your ear?
There's a fella
downstairs looks a lot like you.
Why don't you ask him?
Yeah, that was last week.
Must've been quite a party.
Gentlemen.
Sorry 'bout the hike.
On account of his dispute with
the Canadians, Sammy needed 14
floors between him and the street.
It's not the hike you
should be apologizing for,
Mr. Picker.
It's the fact that this
trip was even necessary.
Yeah, well, those guys who
tried to jack you acted on their own.
You'd think in a city with 17%
unemployment, we could get better help.
But... Is that the money?
It is, but I'm not gonna give it to you.
My mama always said, "you want
clear water, go to the
head of the stream."
I think what
Mr. Crowder is saying is we'd
like to speak to Mr. Tonin.
Not a problem.
Sammy!
Yo, Sammy!
That was last week.
Sammy, we got company here!
Come on!
The guys from Kentucky are here.
Who is it?
Who are you?
Mr. Tonin, my
name is Wynn Duffy.
This is my associate
Mr. Crowder.
What are you doing here?!
Why would anyone walk
up 14 flights of stairs?
To buy the dope we've been promised.
Oh. I-I-I was supposed...
Canadian.
The money's in the briefcase, okay?
What?
Don't you want it?
Yeah, I want it.
Well, go get it.
Yeah, it's me.
Sammy's dead.
Yeah, I put Doug out of his misery, too.
Oh, yeah, and I had to
shoot the chainsaw guy.
Sorry. Shit happens.
Yeah, they still are.
Okay.
See you shortly.
I'm gonna need that briefcase now.
Aah!
Shit, man!
This doesn't concern me!
So what should you do?
You were saying?
I'm sorry.
Would you say that again?
Sammy owes the Canadians
almost a million dollars.
When I heard you were coming, I
cut a deal with the Canadians.
- I give them the money...
- Our money.
And I kill Sammy, and in
exchange, they wouldn't kill me.
Well, it sounds like we
need to have a conversation with
the canucks.
Now pick up my goddamn money.
Went to Oklahoma state.
Joined the marshals.
Met my wife, Julie.
Been married 24 years.
Got two boys walking this earth.
Good guys. Smart.
One's a teacher.
The other's finishing his
second novel in New York.
I said, "what's it about?"
He said, "the subtext is
exposure of artistic pretension."
Then there's our little girl, Kate.
She's a senior now.
Wants to be a marshal.
I better get busy.
How long you been married?
I'm divorced.
Yeah, I figured.
Well, I think this Darryl
Crowe Jr.'s a no-show.
You serious about going back and
busting that Haitian for poaching?
That's what I told him I was gonna do.
Well, how 'bout we don't do that?
You go see your ex-wife
and little girl.
Sounds like a good idea.
You know this woman?
No, but I'd like to.
Marshals.
You must be Raylan Givens.
I am.
I've been retained to
represent Darryl Crowe Jr.
Darryl got your message.
He wants you to know that he's
willing to help you, but he
needs your help in exchange.
Help with what?
His parole.
He wants to end it early.
We're marshals.
We can't end anybody's parole.
Well, you can tell a
judge that Darryl aided you in
the apprehension of a federal fugitive.
That coupled with his
exemplary record as prisoner
is evidence of his full rehabilitation.
You really believe that?
Yes. I do.
Then you don't know Darryl.
I know him pretty well.
What are you, his girlfriend?
Sister.
Where's Darryl now?
Before we go any further,
I'd like you to sign a memo.
Long time, Raylan.
Your sister says
you've rehabilitated yourself.
Congratulations.
I owe that to you.
If you hadn't brought me in, I
never could've taken all them
classes on the government's dime.
I ain't got no weapon.
That'd be a violation of my parole.
You won't be offended, I don't
take your word for it?
You study anything on
the sugar-import business?
Nope.
We ain't get to that class.
Maybe something about customs
enforcement or maritime law?
I see where you're going, but that's more
Elvis Machado's line.
We got the idea he might
be working for you now.
Hear he spends a lot of time with Dilly.
Yeah, well, I told
Dilly, "people gonna judge you
by the company you keep."
But young Dilly got himself
a terrible stubborn streak.
How 'bout this?
You start playing games, we'll
violate your parole on account
of you absconded from your most
recent address without notifying
your P.O.
He's willing to cooperate.
On his terms.
Damn.
I'm just asking for some leeway in
putting together a plan, is all.
Y'all have him by tonight.
Or tomorrow, you go back to Starke.
Wasn't no good?
No.
See, I told you we
should've gone to Timmy's.
Hey, do you guys have Tim
Hortons in Kentucky?
Oh, here we go.
It's a doughnut shop.
It's a Canadian doughnut shop.
You forgot to mention... Well,
they might have them down here.
Look, I like doughnuts
as much as the next fella, but
we've had a very long... Tim
Horton was a hockey player.
He played 20 years in the NHL.
He won four Stanley cups with the leafs.
Now all he's remembered for is doughnuts.
Yeah, well, that, and dying
in a police chase on the QEW.
W-what happened to your ear?
I was shot while being
robbed by one of the men who was
supposed to bring us our dope,
which is the reason I'm sitting
here eating a shitty doughnut,
talking to you with this
briefcase in my hand.
Now can we get down to business?
That briefcase was to keep
us from killing Mr. Picker.
Well, the thing is... Half
the money in this briefcase
belongs to me, and
Mr. Picker ain't my problem.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
If you want to keep things
simple, we could add you and
Mr. eyebrows here to the list.
Oh, and here I thought all
Canadians were supposed to be nice.
Wrong Canadians.
What he's trying to say is
we're through doing business
with you people.
The idea behind organized crime
is that it's supposed to be
organized.
When people start using
chainsaws, that's a sign.
And it is not a good sign.
Where's our dope?
All right.
One more shipment.
That's it.
When?
We'll call you.
Two days. Maybe three.
Mr. Crowder.
The briefcase.
You can go
now, Mr. Picker.
You sure about that?
You just lost your Canadian pipeline.
You want to stay in the game?
You have to look to Mexico.
Well, I think we worked
together long enough, don't you?
You know people
in Mexico, Mr. Picker?
I know lots of people in Mexico.
No. No.
Well, w-what you want me to do?
He's a goddamn liability.
This wasn't Dilly's fault.
I know. It's yours.
It was yours, dipshit.
Putting him in position to screw up?
Man, we wouldn't even
be here, you hadn't stopped
handling the payoffs.
I have a job, Darryl.
Do you remember that?
I am a paralegal in Miami.
You ain't shit.
You're a secretary getting old men coffee.
Well, this secretary's
helping get your ass out of parole.
That's right.
What you think they're talking about?
How should I know?
You want to find out?
Get closer.
So you fancy now, right?
I been taking care of
this family 14 years.
I know.
14 years!
Darryl, I kn... Shit!
Dilly, I told you to stay
with the goddamn Cuban.
Where is he?
I'm here.
Cool.
Look here, man.
I'm gonna say this in a language
that's real simple that I think
you can understand.
You out.
What's that supposed to mean?
We ain't got no more
sugar business, so your services
ain't no longer required.
No more sugar biz 'cause
you people screwed it up.
Now you want me gone?
See, you understand.
You want me gone... pay me.
Pay you?! Shit.
Pay you?
$20,000.
Ain't nobody paying you.
Pay him, Darryl.
- I ain't paying this...
- Pay the man.
Think of it as severance.
Listen to your sister, Darryl.
All right, my sister
gonna take you to your motel.
Lay low.
Gonna be there by
8:00 with your money.
Wendy, take your car.
Why can't I take my truck?
'Cause you can't take your truck.
They gonna be looking for your truck.
Now I'm gonna pat you down.
Hey, man.
I ain't putting an armed man
in a car with my sister.
What?
You don't trust me?
Hell no, I don't trust you.
Trust nobody who speaks
English as a second language.
You ain't got no gun?
Got rid of it.
Threw it in the saw grass
after we shot the China.
When?
When you weren't looking.
All right, go on.
Yeah.
Yeah, they just left.
Slight change of plans, though.
She's taking him to the Vista
Verde Motel in Miami...
Room 23.
Yeah, Elvis will be there waiting for me.
8:00.
All right.
They get Elvis, it's
gonna come back and bite us in the ass.
Yeah, well, knowing
Elvis the way I do and knowing
Raylan the way I do, you think
either one of them's gonna be
alive by the end of the day?
Well... what
about me, D-Darryl?
Ain't nobody looking for you, Dilly.
Okay.
Dilly.
I'm sorry.
I guessed right.
About what?
About what car we would take.
How would you feel if your
daughter wanted to be a marshal?
I don't know.
Why? Does it bother you?
Well, I know you can't
live their lives for 'em.
First time she mentioned she
wanted to be a marshal, she was
9 years old.
Every night since then, I've
snuck into her room after she's
fallen asleep, and I whisper in her ear...
"Business school."
Well, shit.
You know we can't drive to Cuba.
There's a marina down here.
Ms. Crowe,
we are at the motel.
Where are you?
Well, then, where's Elvis?
Headed for Cuba.
Yo! Elvis!
Where the hell do you think you're going?
That gives you two choices.
You can come back here, and we'll
take you in, or swim to Cuba.
That old lady just did it.
Might work out for you.
Third choice.
It all work out?
Elvis did not make it to Cuba.
I meant the other part.
I put a call in to the judge this morning.
Deal's a deal.
Calls for a celebration.
I'm sorry I can't stay.
She took off this morning.
Back to Miami.
Wendy?
Almost like the word
"family" don't mean shit to some
people no more.
What about Danny and Dilly?
What about 'em?
How'd they take it?
Shit rolls off Danny's back.
Dilly... He took
it kind of hard.
When my daddy, Darryl senior,
died 14 years ago April, he
made me promise him on his deathbed...
I'd keep this family together.
Same like he did.
No money makes it harder.
Your daddy didn't die in his bed.
He got drunk and flipped his airboat.
You told me yourself, the
day I took you to prison.
Listen, if you want to take a
later flight, I can drop you by
West Palm.
I haven't slept or showered in a day.
Maybe next time?
I'll decide on the way.
At one point, about 20 years ago,
I got transferred to Kansas City.
I didn't want to uproot the kids
in the middle of the school
year, so my wife and
kids stayed in Houston.
I'd just fly in on the
weekends to see 'em.
Took me a few visits to realize
the hardest thing wasn't living
apart.
The hardest thing was... looking
at those little pigs' faces on
Sunday night and saying goodbye.
Sometimes, if work kept me in
Kansas City for the weekend, I
didn't fight it.
What am I gonna do, mon ami?
The same as your family did with the
phosphate miners and the
Machado's family Cuban sugar.
You'll find something...
and make it yours.
That's all well and good, but...
I'm afraid I'm fresh
out of ideas.
I'm afraid Florida's
tapped out for the Crowes.
Let me ask you something.
Do you have a cousin Dewey in Kentucky?
It's Geist.
Hello?
Really?
So that's it, then?
Everything okay?
No.
Everything is not okay.
I told Ava that I would
take care of this, that if
judge Bishop got the case, I
would threaten his family.
All right, then.
Sounds like a plan.
Bishop doesn't have a family.
Well, for one thing, she's a genius.
No doubt.
No, I'm kind of serious.
I saw her take her Booty off,
and she was just staring at her
hand, like really thinking about it.
Can you believe you
made something so cute?
I'm starting to see it.
You got to admit, the first
couple of hours, she was kind of
funny-looking.
Well, yeah, we all look
pretty funny at that point.
No. Not you.
I bet you were gorgeous from the jump.
I better get her back to bed.
Okay.
You thinking about
coming down to Miami to visit us
anytime soon?
Soon as I can.
Well, no pressure, 'cause we're fine.
I know you are.
It'd just be really nice for
you to spend some time with her.
I promise.
Good night, ladies.
Good night, Raylan.
Say good night to daddy.
I'm sorry to disturb you
this late at night, but I
need to have a word
with Mr. Paxton.
Is he here?
And who may I say is asking?
Boyd Crowder.
You need a casket, Mr. Crowder?
Won't we all eventually?
That's an excelsior.
Top of the line, fit for a king.
Mara, honey, you remember me telling
you all about Boyd Crowder.
Mr. Crowder, this
is my wife, Mara.
Well, my compliments.
That's all for now, sugar.
Money.
Excuse me?
In case you're wondering
what she sees in me.
Though lately I think her
affections are growing.
Well, judging by her
accent, I take it she's not from
West Virginia.
After I buried dear Barbara...
Who, by the way, is very
comfortable inside one of those
excelsiors... I was lonely.
Mara and I found each other online.
She was a doctor in Latvia.
Now she's helping prepare
the bodies for burial.
She is well-read, of good cheer,
and if I have any choice in how
I shuffle off this mortal coil,
I pray it's while I'm banging
her from behind.
Well, being in love with a woman, you must
understand how much I want
to be reunited with mine.
I take it you're here because
my good friend judge Bishop has
Ava's case.
You couldn't buy him, so now
you're trying to buy me.
How much?
$300,000.
I don't have it on me now, but I can
get it to you in a week's time.
So, we are finally here at last?
It feels almost gratifying.
I beg your pardon.
You, here, on your knees.
Metaphorically speaking.
Like I said, it's almost gratifying.
But I need to see you beg.
Please, Mr. Paxton.
I don't need your
money, Mr. Crowder.
I got my own.
Did you really think that I
would let a lowlife piece of
shit turn the tables on me?
That's not how it's done in our world.
Now, as a man who's also in love, I
would make you a one-time offer.
I will call sheriff Mooney.
I will get judge Bishop to witness.
And you will make a sworn
statement saying that it was you
who murdered poor Mr. Delroy and
forced Ava to move the remains.
Now, if you can do that, I'll
make the case against her
disappear right away.
This is just as I figured.
It won't happen.
Because we both know you don't
love your white-trash fiancée
that much.
I think he bumped his head.
You killed him.
Is that your medical opinion?
Now, normally, I'm not a violent man.
But my back's against the wall.
Now, this situation here's pretty simple.
We could have a double homicide,
or I could pay you what I was
gonna pay him and you can buy a
big house for all your relatives
in Latvia.
How much were you gonna pay him?
$100,000.
I'll tell them it was a burglar.
Well, what if I said I don't believe you?
Whatever I say doesn't matter.
You have two choices.
Either you kill me or you leave now.
It's okay, baby.
I'll take care of you.
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